User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648/@comment-1298206-20150331133246

''The otter watched the events that were occurring before him with weary detachment. At this point, this was nothing new for him, as he watched slavers cruelly punish some of the more spirited slaves nearly every other day. That is- until either that slave spirit was broken or had his body thrown into the ocean and fed to the fish. Most creatures had learned that a quiet slave was a safe slave. As long as you kept your mouth shut and your paws busy, then the slavers would normally be willing to overlook you. However, if the slavers were feeling unusually cruel that day, you might receive a few random lashes across your back. At this point, the otter simply accepted this as how he would live out the rest of his seasons until he grew too weak to pull the oar anymore, in which case, he would be replaced, but would receive no such rest from his endless labor. The only rest slaves aboard the ship ever received was the the sweet, unending sleep in the place known as Dark Forest.''